Merkin in Progress....

your punches are wack and poor now I'll slap this whore till
I wrack his core..this faggot's 'threads couldn't be felt if they
were sold in a fabric store, your lies are all a game to prevent
your fall from fame, the only proof I need is posted in the Hall
of Fame, you twist words while I spit verbs that rip herbs till
they're diss turbed.. where's your pic-nerd? this geek is chokin
as his defeat's approachin cuz he can't step to me when both his
knees are broken, you're more cashed out than the resin from weed
hash and crack smoked, the only thing funny about your verse
is that I need to laugh at bad jokes, your chances of beatin me
are like cripples masterin stairs, leave you gaspin for air,
you couldn't drop hot shit if you lit your ass with a flare
you've got nothin bringin that wack and harmless evil and your
punches are non existent just like slaps from armless people


Merk Complete....